Chapter 1253 - Bitter

Lin Yun recalled what Ye Ziling said about taking control of her own life. He had a feeling that the Ye Ziling today was different from before, but he couldn’t tell how she was different. When he swept a glance at Jiang Lichen, who was beside him, the latter was staring at Ye Ziling with his eyes turning into hearts.

“Hey, do you think that she has changed, somehow?” Lin Yun asked.

“Did she? There aren’t any changes to her clothes and figure. I-I mean, she’s always different. She’s beautiful in a different way every single day,” smiled Jiang Lichen.

To that, Lin Yun could only sneer. But his sneer also woke Jiang Lichen up and the latter wore an awkward smile before he replied, “It might be related to her family from her mother's side.”

“Her family from her mother's side?” Lin Yun was surprised to hear that.

“You don’t know? Uh… Her family from her mother's side will send someone over every single year, wanting to bring her back. In the past, she has been using the ranking battle as an excuse, but she seems to have agreed this time. So she’ll probably leave the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect after the Profound Wither Island.” Jiang Lichen’s expression suddenly became downcast, then he asked, “Junior Brother, will you be leaving, too?”

“I guess…” Lin Yun replied.

“Well, that makes sense. After all, the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect is ultimately too small for the two of you,” smiled Jiang Lichen.

“You can also leave,” replied Lin Yun.

“Me?” Jiang Lichen was briefly stunned before he replied, “I’ve never thought about that. I feel that the current situation is pretty good. I’m watching the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect slowly becoming strong. How good will it be if the branch sect becomes stronger than the main sect.”

“If you have the heart, why is it impossible?” Lin Yun didn’t think that it was impossible.

“Really?” Jiang Lichen asked.

“If ten years doesn’t work, then a hundred years. If a hundred years isn’t enough, then two hundred, three hundred, or even four hundred.” Lin Yun smiled while he patted Jiang Lichen’s shoulder.

Jiang Lichen was stunned when he heard that. When he recovered from his shock, he looked at Lin Yun, who was already a distance away, and yelled, “What if four hundred years still isn’t enough?”

“Then eight hundred!” Lin Yun firmly said.

Outside the Sword Saint Peak, zither and flute music perfectly mixed together. When the music came to an end, Lin Yun landed before a pavilion while holding onto the Divine Indigo Jade Bamboo Flute.

Luo Hua was donned in white as she looked at Lin Yun with a smile, “You’re late.”

Lin Yun smiled when he heard that. Luo Hua said that they would meet in the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect, but she only came back the day before yesterday.

“The Divine Dragon Pagoda collapsed, and it’s a lot more troublesome than I’ve imagined,” said Luo Hua.

When Lin Yun heard that, his expression became awkward because he was the one at fault and Luo Hua had to deal with it for him.

“You feel embarrassed? The legendary and mysterious Flower Burial who only needs one sword to kill is feeling embarrassed?” Luo Hua smiled when she saw Lin Yun’s embarrassed expression.

“Well…” Lin Yun wore an embarrassed expression when he stood...